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My power grows exponentially each day as we come nearer to Halloween.
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In The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@Witch Cat@Pundii@FantasyChic@BlueSky44
September 3rd, 2016 - 3:00 A.M. Pacific Standard Time

Paranormal experts, often dismissed as knowing next to nothing, note that demonic activity is heightened at three in the morning. It is supposed to mock the significance of the number three in Christianity. And in this case, they are not wrong. This number does hold special significance, but not because of demons. No, it is at three in the morning that the bars on Hel's cage are at their weakest. It is then that she can reach out and communicate with her associate, Mephistopheles.

"It's done," Mephistopheles said simply. "Trevor Martin died in a bank robbery. I left plenty of clues at the scene. That should be enough to startle the other survivors."

Hel seemed to melt forward, the bars made of moonlight hardly preventing her approach. "Good. You will need to begin preparations for the leaders of O.M.E.N. If they are as formidable as you claim, their deaths will attract attention and you may have your vengeance for your fallen king."

Mephistopheles nodded. Hel had orchestrated a plan that would fulfill everyone's needs. Mephistopheles would get the pleasure of killing each and every survivor of Altsoba. Those humans had been the ones that killed his father, his lord and master, Lucifer. And Hel, Hel could break free from her chains and bring terror to the Earth. She could restore the world to before it was enveloped in sickness, to a time before the Norse gods had been forgotten.

"They won't be easy to kill. Winchesters are like cockroaches," Mephistopheles explained.

"I previously was of the opinion that weakness did not suit you, Mephistopheles. Do not give me reason to revise that opinion," Hel warned sternly.

December 28th, 2016 - 7:11 P.M. Local Time

There was no chance in saving Beatrice. The flames had consumed her and the assassin gradually began to still in her movements. Eventually, she was nothing more than an empty shell of a person, continuing to burn. The smoke produced was awful and would make anyone gag. It was the smell of burning flesh in the air. Fortunately, no one else was currently aflame. It wasn't a painless way to die, but with all of the pain Beatrice had brought others, perhaps it was justified.

Keenan wasn't able to fight Carolina off, though October was able to continue to push through the pain. The bursts of flames coming out of her were becoming less and less frequent, as October started to tolerate the pain more and more. The shock had long since worn off and the pain was awful, but her body was doing quick work of sealing up any and all wounds. It was just a matter of getting the bullet out of her. Any internal bleeding had been stopped by the flames and the heat.

October gritted her teeth and nodded at Carolina. She wasn't strong enough to kill Keenan herself. Carolina would have to do it. It was everything October could do to keep herself from passing out at this point.

December 28th, 2016 - 7:11 P.M. Local Time

Aloise picked herself up from the ground, rubbing her head for a second to help with the pain. The barrier, or whatever it was, looked to only be growing stronger by the second. It was like watching a wall solidify into being, as if the people inside could soon be trapped forever. But of course, it seemed like Olivia and James had other things on their mind than the deaths likely to occur.

"Aloise Zamora. Ex-Marine. Hunter," Aloise said bluntly. She didn't want to get into a lengthy explanation and she figured that the FBI guy would look her up later. It was always amusing when people found the records listing her as killed in action and buried at Arlington National Cemetery. But you weren't really a hunter unless you came back to life once or twice. It was becoming a bit of a status symbol.

"But we have bigger problems. Those people are in danger and I have no idea how to help them."

December 28th, 2016 - Frozen Time

Darren's search online will find some interesting results. Anything on his girlfriend Aloise is just her old death certificate from when she was with the marines. There's nothing recent on her, aside from a phone number to contact her at with one of the many websites hunters are on. He'll be able to find the reports of the violence in Altsoba, the blog of Danica Graves and her accounts of the tragedy, the founding of the Organization for the Eradication of Necromantics, and the dedication for Owen's Field Cemetery for Darren Owen Andrews. Those killed in the Altsoba Massacre are laid to rest there. There's also plenty of conspiracy theory sites about the Altsoba Massacres--with some claiming that since not every body was found, there are still survivors out there.

"You shouldn't read that," Folly interjected, her quiet voice somehow cutting across the room as she stared at Darren. "It'll drive you insane."

Seraphina's experiments with the light will have some interesting results. With a bright light, there seems to be some reaction from the barrier. However, while the intensity is good, she'll notice that the more violet a light she uses, the more of a reaction is gained. Decreasing the wavelength is definitely getting results.

Once Daniyal has the cloak around him, his strength is slowly being regained. It's as if his blood is being replenished by the cloak itself. But audible only to Daniyal is a small voice, an incredibly weak one. "Mallory. You can call me Mallory." The voice is coming from inside Daniyal's own head, though he will also have the sense that it is somehow the cloak speaking to him.

"STOP FUCKING FIGHTING!" Andromeda shouted, huffing a bit. She hated working in hotels since they involved tons of upset people and this situation was no different. "We need to work together and figure this out. I like Lilith's suggestion. Maybe there's a spirit or something here that knows how to fix this...Pointing fingers won't bring anyone back and it won't--"

Andromeda's knees went weak as she collapsed to the ground. She was out cold, as if something had suddenly began to feed off of her energy. At least she has a pulse.

For now.

In The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I will be updating today. ^^
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guinevere Stark
Location: Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
{"If Plan A fails, remember you have twenty five letters left."}
Guin sensed a bit of a pattern forming. With the three new arrivals to the lab, each of them had to ask for developments, giving poor Beast hardly a moment to answer. But what else was she supposed to expect from Satan Herself, Nina van Essenhout? She could've easily given Meryl Streep a run for her money in the Devil Wears Prada and she even had the shoes to match. Guin practically gagged as Cassandra mentioned it was good to see Nina, not even bothering to hide the disgust on her face for Nina. Taking another sip of her energy drink, Guin could've even sworn that it didn't taste right ever since Nina went into the room, as if her very presence poisoned everything around her.

Guin skimmed over the list of chemicals that Beast handed to her. One of them jumped out at her. "Methyl iodide...It's a common enough chemical, but extremely dangerous. It can cause mutations in the genetic code, seizures, brain failure, comas..." She wasn't sure why or how Magneto intended to use it, but she doubted it was for any sort of safe industrial process. She then looked over the list once more. "He's taken some nucleotide bases and enzymes...Tissue cultures...This isn't a virus based on something natural. It's entirely manufactured. There has to be something about the mutant x-gene that prevents it from harming a host, but..." Guin bit her lip. Back in 2002, a team of scientists made the first entirely artificial virus, designed to target humans in order to prove that it could be done. The research was out there and all Magneto would need would be someone competent enough to perform the laboratory tasks.

Taking a picture of the list of chemicals with her phone, Guin returned it to Beast and then finished off her energy drink. "Without the virus itself, we'd need someone who was already infected and survived to get their antibodies from in order to make a serum to cure it...Hitting Magneto before this thing is even created is going to be the safest option. We know where he is and the team has been training all month. Pietro can get us in before Magneto even knows we're there."
In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
What the fuck. O.O

I'm gonna have to reread that again. XD
In The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@Witch Cat@Pundii@FantasyChic@BlueSky44

Posting this again as a reminder to put in your skill reward and your new RS sheet. Due by the 10th. When I wake up on the 11th, any skills not edited it will be lost.

Okay, here are your skill rewards! General skills go in the general section, combat skills go in the combat skill section. I'm going to give everyone until September 10th to update their skills and to edit in the new relations/clue sheet. Since we just did an update to relations, I'm cool if you guys just edit in the new sheet and don't fill in the relations stuff yet. As long as you have your character quote and image, that'll be good.

Andromeda Aldrich - Leadership (General)
Eudora Erebus - Pick ONE of the Seven Wonders (Telekinesis, Pyrokinesis, Transmutation, Concilium, Vitalum Vitalis, Divination, Descensum) (General)
Emmie Adams - Visions (General)
Aloise Zamora - Deception (General)
Lilith St. Sebastian - Resiliency (General)
Thalia Maehers - Constitution (Combat)
Olivia Johnson - Tracking (General)
October Crypt - Investigation (General)
Carolina Reed - Investigation (General)
James Murphy - Mental Constitution (General)

And here is our updated relations/clue sheet! As you'll notice, there are actually no 'cases' for you to solve...Instead, it's designed for you to keep track of how to defeat the two baddies left standing: the mullo and Hel. I'll give you a brief little spoiler here: you'll be going up against the mullo first!



In 🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed) → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Dr. Dorothy & His Foyness


Fu... sion... HA!
"Any luck?" Dorothy pressed, taking a quick look around at their surroundings. She figured that Foy would be able to spot a blood trail or something, indicating where the woman might have gone. There had been plenty of blood to follow in the storm drain, after all, so why not now?

Foy was obviously temporarily preoccupied. As Dorothy verbally reminded him that he still had duties to perform, as if his missing shoe and torn shirt were not glaring signs pointing him toward an outcome that involved him getting back to the job he promised he would attempt. Oh.. Oh, my sincerest apologies for my momentary lapse, madame. I was merely rapt in recollection concerning how much fun it is to roast pumpkin seeds. Hmm..." Though his words were colored with what seemed to be condescension, Foy was in mid-search for the trail while his vocabulary got its exercise.

"Aha!" he exclaimed, motioning Dorothy over. There was a spot of blood nearby, but direction was difficult for him to determine. "Yes, Doctor. It seems we've a triad of possibilities in out immediate. Preset options for our uninvited erstwhile guest are as thus: She dipped further into the alley and is trying to hide or evade us there; she absconded up the residential fire egress and is watching us on the now, else is making a rooftop escape; lastly she went out into the street and is blending with the crowd or has found a spot to hunker, someplace public maybe." He cleared his throat, looking to Dorothy for her input.

"Were it I, I should find wisdom in tying off the injury as soon as opportunity presented, then allow nonchalance to guide my amblings back to a place of warm blankets and wrapped candies." he smiled broadly, twirling the tips of his grand moustache with either hand. "Though I am open to alternate hypotheses."

Dorothy nodded, thinking the options over. The blood was what allowed them to track her, so stopping the bleeding would've been a high priority. And since the woman clearly hadn't done that in the drain, it meant she couldn't have done it herself yet. Plus, Dorothy's shot had hit its mark. She'd be in pain. Dorothy doubted that anyone would've wanted to climb or run longer than they had to like that. "If I were the guay toh guay nown, I'd go somewhere where I could tie it off. Stop the blood trail. And it's gotta hurt like death, so climbing and all doesn't make much sense...Where around here would you go to get a bullet wound taken care of?"

"Quite meritorious, Doctor." remarked Foy, nodding in agreement. "Indeed, I would find it beneficial to staunch the rivulets of telltale arterial vermillion, which cannot be resolved in the back of an alley nor by climbing to heights unknown. So, into the streets it is." He got an expression as if he just remembered something, and held out his hand. "Jacket, if you would madame."

Dorothy slipped the jacket off from her shoulders and gave it a bit of a shake, in order to get any grime and garbage clinging to it to fall off. She then handed it back over to the tracker, figuring that he'd either burn his clothes or wash them thoroughly to sanitize them later on. He seemed the type to do one of those two drastic options.

"Although, if you would permit me a moment before we make ourselves away, I should like to examine the immediate for anything aside from conjecture that would assist in locating our wounded songbird." said Foy, utilizing his skills as a tracker to the best of his ability in an urban environment, searching for not only blood spatter or more unreliable prints, but also looking to the faces of passersby, loiterers, and the general layout of businesses to determine possible routes for the young lady.

"Of course. Do the best you can," Dorothy agreed. Conjecture was good and all, but she knew that Foy had skills in this area. It would be idiotic to not allow him to use them and to figure out where the woman had fled to. For all Dorothy knew, she could've hidden herself away in the dumpster. But then again, Dorothy hadn't heard any sounds of someone whimpering in pain, so that hypothesis was out as well. She'd just need to let Foy did what he did best.

"Always do, madame. Repetitively." smirked Foy, walking cautiously out into the street. "Right... Well then, the plot, as they say, thickens; not that I have any stock to put into "they", mind you." A look up and down the street presented him with a series of four viable options, barring an injured woman seeking shelter in a crowded, touristy building. Options being what they are, I should wish to inquire into one of those four businesses; the Dressmaker's, that Toy Store, the Leatherworker's, or that quiet purveyor of Books. I might trust my weight to arboreal appendage by suggesting we try the Dressmaker's and Leather Goods Store first, they are more likely to contain raw materials suitable for patching things up on the temporary." He shook his coat a little, attempting to get even the smallest bit of rancid moisture from it. "Unless you have reference otherwise, or should wish to split our efforts, I shall continue the search."
Fitz Townsley
Location: Town (Toy Store)
Fitz nodded, absorbing the information that Royus gave him. In hindsight, it was something he probably should've figured out for himself. No one was going to be looking to take on a passenger in the evening, so he might as well wait till morning. Besides, just from the name Lady Lucks Fitz felt a little nervous at the prospect of going there. It didn't seem to be as safe and calming as the toy store was. Biting his lip, Fitz paused for a moment before making his next move, hoping that Royus wasn't judging his chess skills too badly.

"Y-You're very good at this," Fitz said, paying the man a compliment. Age brought experience along with it, Fitz supposed. And of course, Fitz's stutter wasn't as bad as it could be. It was even becoming tolerable in Royus' company, the most anyone could hope for unless they knew Fitz for a while. He was glad to have met Royus. He was the second person Fitz ran into that day that he felt he could become friends with. For someone with social anxiety like Fitz, it was a big deal.

Fitz readjusted the strap of his bag, still oblivious to the people from Lady Lucks who had spotted him and Daphne earlier. If he hadn't been strongly advised to never let his bag go unattended before he left Osiris, he would've just set it on the ground. Not everywhere was as safe and welcoming as the core worlds.
In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Jack Hudson
Location: Outside Building One (Medical)
"We're outside of medical. Thanks, Jim," Jack radioed back. And as fate would have it, Thana headed over to them. It'd be a quick hand off of keys then and save a lot of time spent wandering around Newnan trying to find her. He nodded in turn at Thana, beginning to take a few steps backwards as to give Ash and Thana some space. He didn't want to get in the way but he figured he'd stay close by. Ash had asked to take a walk with him, after all.

Hearing the door open in medical, Jack's heart skipped a beat. This was when Froggy would inform them that Miss Sally was in recovery, that it'd be touch and go, but that she'd make it. This was when they were supposed to receive ecstatic news that she would pull through and there wouldn't be another tragedy that day. As Jack turned his head, he saw the devastation on Froggy's face. Jack blinked, hoping that it was just exhaustion after surgery, but there was no mistaking it. Something horribly wrong had happened inside of medical after Jack and Ash made themselves scarce.

Years of death numbed some to the pain of losing a loved one. It didn't do that for Jack. He still felt the pain and sorrow now as much as he did years ago, when his mother was taken from him. Miss Sally had been a maternal figure for not just Jack, but for most in Newnan. Of course, Jack suspected that she was something more to Froggy. Blinking back tears, Jack couldn't help but cry silently. Nothing gold could stay.
Beatrice Decker
Location: Near 545 Corinth Rd, Newnan: In the woods. (Not far from the Coweta County Water Authority)
As the truck finally came to a stop and Ryan hopped out eagerly, Beatrice watched with mild interest. She rolled her neck a little bit to loosen it up before coming to her feet and following suit, glad to be out of the vehicle. The back of the truck hadn't been the most comfortable of rides and she preferred walking at any rate. It gave her a sense of control in a world where anything but control can exist.

Beatrice raised a bit of an eyebrow when Ryan picked the padlock and removed it effortlessly, but it wasn't at Irish. No, she had just come to the realization that Gavin didn't know who he was traveling with. Everyone else in Newnan knew about the three convicts they had in the community: Chloe, Richard, and Ryan. Gavin must not have gotten that memo in time and a mischievous twinkle appeared in her eyes. All sorts of fun could be had with that. Hell, she couldn't help but wonder what Gavin's opinion would be of Ryan if he knew the man's record.

"Don't ask questions if you won't like the answers you'll find," Beatrice said simply. Though she did have to give Ryan some credit--he really was skilled. Not everyone was able to pick a lock and even those who could, it wasn't always that quickly. Ryan clearly knew it as well, given the smug look on his face. She glanced over at James, curious as to what his reaction was. Had he underestimated Irish all this time as well?
Chloe & Ravi
Location: Building One (Medical)
Chloe was stunned by Froggy's announcement that she was part of the medical staff. She had been assigned to medical for months and he hadn't trusted her, all because of things Dick did. Dick couldn't be trusted with access to drugs, so Chloe couldn't be trusted. It had infuriated her for ages and she had been planning to ask for reassignment that week. But now Froggy seemed to be indicating that he would at least trust her. She started to make a mental note to talk to Ryan about it before it hit her again.

He was gone and she'd never see him again. She fiddled a bit with the necklace he had given her, before heading upstairs. There wasn't anything for her to really do and truthfully, she didn't feel like doing corpse duty with Meg. Niesha was in shock, Froggy was grieving, and the Indian guy (Ravi, right?) seemed to be in shock as well. That left her to get that work done and besides, her only other option was to go and smoke. She wanted to try to save those cigarettes if she could, since there wasn't an Irishman obsessed with her anymore to deliver them to her whenever she wanted.

"Fucking hell..." Chloe muttered, cracking her fingers a bit before getting to work.

Ravi, meanwhile, wasn't really sure what to say or do. He had assisted Froggy, but he still hadn't been given a proper interview. He hadn't been assigned to anything beyond the temporary quarters he shared with Gavin the night before. Miss Sally, the woman who had started to take him under her wing, was dead. Ravi stared at the sheet covering Miss Sally, remembering how routine it used to be to see a corpse lying on a table. That used to be his livelihood, until the cadavers started to reanimate. He just stood there, trying to figure out what to do next and where to go. He didn't even know his way around Newnan and likely wouldn't be able to get back to his temporary room if he tried.
In 🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S. → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Nora Kingston
Location: the Museum
Nora was a bit taken aback, seeing King Tut's mummy. She must have missed it the previous evening when she hurried through the museum in search of explanations for the miraculous events that had occurred. Seeing it now, she remembered the talk of the papers with King Tut's Curse. If there was truly merit to what she had experienced, Nora wondered how much of the curse itself was real--though she still imagined it to be the work of men, rather than gods. She could only trust in herself.

Nora caught on quickly to Neema's explanation of the more romantic nature of her relationship with the curator. It was the sort of thing that she never would have expected to hear a confession of back in England. The lords could have previous loves, but the women rarely ever did (or so was the common belief). But of course, she was also struck by the information she was learning about Neema. Had she really just been an assistant? Was that merely a title and not her actual role? She seemed to know so much more than anyone would expect of a kind old woman.

"Am I correct in my inclination that you caused some trouble at that site?" Nora asked, her tone light and soft as always. There was no malice, no sense of accusation. Nora simply wanted to know more about the woman she had come to trust deeply and had been guiding her for the last few hours and the evening before.
In The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@BlueSky44: Day 5!
In 🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S. → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Cecily Ashworth
Location: MSS Private Jet
Cecily followed Natasha and Caesar off of the plane, enjoying having her feet firmly planted on the ground. While she wasn't afraid of flying, there still was a sense of relief to be at their destination and no longer thousands of feet in the air. She had kept her phone in airplane mode, not wanting to be hit with international roaming fees and the likes. She may have been promoted to coroner, but that didn't mean she had a fantastic salary and money to waste.

For a moment, Cecily's heart skipped a beat as she saw airport security and another officer. It had been only a day since she had been shot in an airplane hangar by security officials. But seeing the security officer get waved away and the look of astonishment on the other's face allowed Cecily to relax slightly once more. She didn't think getting freaked out would be at all good for her blood pressure and she didn't want to meet Carrie Fisher just yet. Cecily shrugged slightly at Natasha's questioning glance. Who even knew what Caesar's past looked like, beyond the general descriptor of "bloody?"

Cecily didn't understand what the federale said to Caesar, of course. She caught Caesar's name as well as Monterrey, but that was about it. He could've been calmly discussing killing them all and Cecily wouldn't know. However, the announcement that Alicia's body would be taken off the plane and into the hearse, that she understood of course. She didn't know if she could say or do anything to comfort Caesar, knowing that this was likely just the next wave of grief that would wash over him in this trip, so she remained standing where she was.
Iris Kingston
Location: Justice Asylum
Iris smiled at the woman who came over as she continued to review the various documents about Jaina's placement in solitary. Hearing the woman's quip about doctors having poor handwriting, Iris' smile brightened and she giggled a little bit. "One of my professeurs always said: the handwriting matches the ego. The more unbearable the penmanship, the more grotesque the sense of self." By her tone, it was clear that Iris was mostly joking around. Truthfully, she didn't know why all doctors seemed to have terrible handwriting. She had been taught penmanship at her boarding school since she was a little girl, making her notes perhaps more legible than other doctors.

"I can give it a look, if you'd like. Perhaps I can translate. Which doctors writing is it?" Iris offered. She didn't know the nurse's name, but an orderly had been murdered the day before. Extending a little kindness and help to her coworkers would be good for morale. Iris set aside the paperwork for Jaina's processing, figuring that she might as well see what other patients she had on the schedule to see that day too. But first, she had offered aid. She'd need to see if the nurse would like to accept it.
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